Wipe the dew from your window
And the smoke in your eye
And it's time you were letting go
To the sound of their lie
A message to the little boys that bite the hand that fed
I wouldn't advise you criticise, you're in above your head!
Wipe the blood from your nose
Did he find you in time?
There's an eye that I'm gunning for
And you won't be so blind
A message to the little boys that bite the hand that fed
I wouldn't advise you criticise, you're in above your head!
We're ridin' the peaks and we're takin' the breaks
Until the sleepin giant awakes
We're ridin' the peaks and we're takin' the breaks
Until the sleepin giant awakes
Oh mother I've been fallin' down
Somehow the rain is all I have
the salty it hurts my eyes!